Shen Yun's palm strike came fast and fierce. Seeing that something was wrong, Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou stepped forward to block him, only to find themselves a step too late for some inexplicable reason.
Only after his palm had pressed against Yang Qing did Shen Yun turn to glance at Bu Er and the others.
"You had best not act rashly. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee what might happen."
After taking Shen Yun's palm strike, Yang Qing discovered that his body could no longer move.
Shen Yun had sealed his acupoints, leaving only his head able to move a little.
Had he brought them here with such fanfare just to take his life?
Yang Qing felt that things could not be so simple.
Sure enough, sealing Yang Qing's acupoints had merely been Shen Yun's way of preventing him from moving freely.
Then a cold glint flashed between his fingers.
The Fingertip Knife was as thin as a cicada's wing and as swift as lightning. Once unleashed, it could split stone and send sand flying.
Yet now, Shen Yun was holding this Fingertip Knife against Yang Qing, a man with no internal energy whatsoever.
Bu Er and the others wanted to approach, only to discover that an unknown formation had already trapped them. They could see Yang Qing and Shen Yun, but could not reach them.
Another Binding Formation.
Shen Yun raised an eyebrow and glanced at Bu Er and the others. Then his fingers moved, and the Fingertip Knife descended on various parts of Yang Qing's body.
In just a few breaths, he had withdrawn his hand.
Yang Qing's clothes fluttered. On closer inspection, several slits had appeared in his outer robe.
Almost simultaneously, streams of blood as fine as strands of hair emerged from Yang Qing's body, then all